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 Nov 2015 Vivian Proctor
Daisy C
Love is over rated and so complicated.
Why do I bother with it?
Crazy as it is I keep giving it a chance when I know how it'll end.
That's bad on my part.
 Nov 2015 Vivian Proctor
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
i've never felt
more alone
than when
you leave
without
warning
Short.
 Apr 2015 Vivian Proctor
Diba
You told me that there comes a time where you give up on yourself and when you do, your body gives up on you too. Tell me about the nights you would give anything. Anything to bring them back and see them smile one last time. Tell me about love, who would you call at 4 am when you're broken into so many pieces, you're not sure you can be put back together. Why don't you remember the colour their eyes? Tell me about the day you lay in your bed stealing all the synonyms of 'lonely' out of the thesaurus and writing them all over your body, tell me, who's name is on your mind when you're on the bathroom floor with blood stained arms and throwing up everything they ever said to you.
 Apr 2015 Vivian Proctor
Bas Aeon
You are epitome of beauty

Delicate as crystal

Sun radiates in your soul

Breaking the bridge of cold heart

Truth reveal how words

Phantom the mist of solid world

You flourish in many ways

Happy to found you
inspire me to write a new one, i love how she web her thoughts
 Apr 2015 Vivian Proctor
Shannon
I'm difficult and broken
-and not at all difficult and broken in that oh-im-so-difficult-and-broken-beautiful way that some women can be.
No.
I'm just difficult and broken in all the ugly ways it manifests.

sahn 4/10/15
Thank you
 Apr 2015 Vivian Proctor
Zach E S
This morning.
Cream.
Staring out that window.
Two sugars.
And You.
Smiling.
Why would you want yours any other way?
 Apr 2015 Vivian Proctor
David
Why is it always
coldness
silence
and death
that bring people together?

Why are all the poignant
and beautiful rhymes of poets
stones poured out of a tap
of disregard and contempt?

As I stepped in the country of words
carved by pristine souls
and utmost sensitive hearts
I thought I saw a light

But again my so-called friend
this screen just hid another world
of wounded ghosts and shadows

Solitudes face to face
cold and careless
We do not communicate
we lock ourselves in shelters
of oblivion and emptiness...

We used to be flesh and bones
we used to talk and share our dreams

what has become of us?

Technology has slain us all
with its frozen lights
freezing scared and lost individuals...

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